You know what I just considered? How tormenting it is to be an insect, to see your fellow comrades die, before you, and you can only watch. No communication — for the most part.

As a spider, you're stuck trying to get a fly stuck on paper, and all you can do is starve to death as your strength gives out. Meanwhile, your childhood friend strolls along, and sees you may need assistance in capturing the fly for some reason, even though you've never needed help before. A friendly wave, he gives you as he struts towards you, and all you can do is watch. Empty eyes, cooled by the vacant loss of life in you, as your final thoughts are of your friend, and how he must suffer the same fate as you. The stickpaper rustles some as your partners first legs submerge into thick parchment adhesive. 'What is this?' He questions, as his silent shock echoes simply nothings into the quiet room. He looks to you as your eyes lock.

'Betrayal?' He thinks. Jealously? Did he purposely entrap me? You two stare into eachothers eyes until you finally give out. Your lifeless husk embraces the adhesive letter. Now your friend must stay beside the corpse of his former comrade, thousands of questions bolting through his head. 'Why was I sent here? Has God pre-destined me? To end up standing beside my friend, and die with him? Seeing his light fade? What now?' He ponders. As his mind begins to analyze the equation before him. It's a trap. Now he must serve as a lesson, but will he teach? Hardly. Is he the parable? Perhaps. Now he is the oldest living being on the letter, that is yet deceased. It is too late. As a hunter, the spider is prone to locate prey quickly. Gregarious young ones destined for greatness must die. He knows this. Arachnid after young, vibrant arachnid emerge from the crevices. Garrett, Selena, Cynthia .. they all must die. This old spider knows this is the fall of a community. As the parchment fills with doomed spiders, all he can do is quietly quietly laugh.

I read this and had no feels.
For I laugh at all insects that get stuck to those papers.
Especially since roaches are being stuck to ones with dead flies.
Selfish bastards don't even care about the dead ants, they just want something to eat.

My bathroom once got infested with ants, so my mom went in and sprayed all of them dead. Later, when I was taking a **** I just stared at the floor covered with dead ants. I then noticed the movement of just one last remaining ant exploring the vast empty wasteland of death. He wandered around checking his dead comrades and eventually tried to drag one of them back under the radiator from whence they all came. To be the last one of an entire community, destined to die alone in starvation, pain, and loneliness must be just downright abysmal. My heart went out to that lone ant, wherever he now lays.

my friend lives in australia, he was just talking to me on the phone
he told me he got rid of his christmas tree the day after boxing day
because it was full of spiders
poisonous spiders
he was worried about his kids